A good night sleep and own private space is so essential for my own mental health

I cried yesterday as I texted Joanne, pouring out my guilt, shame and condemnation on how my parents selflessly sacrifice themselves for me. My mom moved into a room full of stocks and I can finally have my own space. I felt a huge sense of relief. My dad and his worker were packing the entire day and took out the entire shelf so that my mom's bed could be slotted there. When I woke up, I felt so different and recharged for the first time. I was excited that I can rearrange my room.